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young a - next up lyrics

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king productions. young a
na na na

-swear to god im get blown up-
young a putin all the work, aye
all yo b-tches actin quirk, aye
sippin on lean, ‘gainst my deen
used to be broke, now im loaded

f-ck with me, ill feed you a 32
grew up, cortellyou, all the n-ggas at the avenues
new york, sh-t all the way
b-tches love the 23
new york, 50 avenue
ride with me, or lie dead wit 3
never felt ice, neck feeling breezed
all yo girls got me eased
f-ck you, all me wit the 223
yea, yea shout out mosey

family looking at me like ill never be sh-t
im a youngboy f-ck what they sayin
yet im driving cartels, im the king yea
running a life, try to stay on the right
youngest in the game, grindin for the fame
all these blacks, yo house got a roach infestation
all this money, i feel like a bomb
n-ggas who f-ck wit us, you a gee
we was broke now we all flexd up

my n-gga, fa you a b-tch, still my n-gga
you know how we be geekin
in a foreign, with all the windows tinted
got all yo b-tches up in it
i might have f-cked yo sister
watchu gon do?

all them ops, gon get a taste
swear, all these b-tches playing
f-ck what they saying
n-ggas need stop lacing
in your foreign, racing
look at all youngs revenue
got youtube #1 dude
can’t believe ever f-cked wit you

- young a lyrics

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